Well, here it is: the final chapter! Sorry it took so long - but with exams coming up and life in general, it's been kinda hectic! But please enjoy!

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When Sam walked up the motel's driveway, he saw the Impala sitting in the car park. In it was an impatient looking Dean, who was madly taping away on the steering wheel. Must be ACDC, Sam decided as his brother began to sing along.

The engine roared to life as soon as Sam walked over to the car and climbed in the passenger's seat. "Where are we going?" he asked.

"We're leaving town. We've been here long enough." Dean had hastily changed from his trunks into a jeans and a t-shirt, but there was still sand in his hair.

"The beach was that bad, huh?" Sam smirked.

Dean only nodded his head sadly. "I've booked us out and our bags are in the trunk." He drove the car a couple of meters then looked over at Sam. "Wait a minute…has Becca's dad called yet?"

"Um, yeah, he left a message last night. Said we could drop by if we wanted to."

The Impala pulled out the motel's parking lot.

"You do know that to leave town, you have to go in the other direction, right?" Sam pointed out.

"We're gonna go pay Becca a visit. We are allowed to drop by, after all."

Dean had always hated hospitals. Ever since the previous year when his dad died in one, he avoided them as much as possible. But he wanted to talk to Becca. He felt like had to.

"She's in room 304, agents," a rather attractive nurse said, pointing them in the right direction.

Sam was amazed to see that the older Winchester wasn't hitting on her. In fact, Dean had barely glanced at her. Silence filled the elevator as they rode up to floor three, and it continued as they walked down a long hallway.

They finally reached a closed door with a number printed next to it in large black letters: 304.

"Come in," a voice beckoned a few moments after Dean knocked. The brothers walked in the tiny room to find Becca sitting up in a bed, wearing a hospital gown with her hair tied up. There were several machines beeping crazily around her, each measuring something.

They didn't notice the small man in the corner until he almost bowled them over. "Agent Graham." Joseph Stonewell greeted, rushing up to the supposed agent to shake his hand. "Thank you! I knew you could save my Becca!"

Sam blushed slightly. Joseph was shaking his hand so hard he felt like his whole arm would fall off. "Really, it was no problem." He tried to say over the continuous thanks.

When Joseph felt like he had gotten out how truly grateful he was, he looked at the other man. "You must be agent Graham's partner-"

"Diamond, Steven Diamond." Dean said, clasping his hands behind his back. He didn't want any more damage to be caused to his already aching arms.

Luckily, Joseph could take a hint. "Thank you as well. My Becca's safe thanks to you two." He looked lovingly over at his daughter, who had been watching all of this with a look of amusement on her face. "Thanks for coming to check up on her as well," He continued, "Do you two want a coffee?"

Dean looked at Sam, trying to silently ask him: was he this hyperactive last time you met? "Uh, sure, I'll have one…Graham?"

"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks." Sam smiled at the small man as he practically ran out the door. "Well, he sure is happy to see that you're OK." He said turning around to face Becca.

"And that's thanks to you two." She said, nodding to each of them.

"Please, I think I've heard 'thank-you' enough to last a life-time." Dean said pulling up a chair. "Look we need to talk about the past few weeks. But how are you?"

"I'm fine. The doctors said that I've got no serious injuries, just a broken arm and a few cuts and bruises." A quizzical look came over her face, like she was mulling something over in her mind. "Can I ask you two something?"

Sam he took the other seat. "Sure, I guess. Ask away." He prompted.

"You're not actually from the FBI, are you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dean shook his head rather guiltily, and decided to tell the truth. "No, we're not. I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother, Sam."

"Well, nice to meet you guys properly." Becca looked at both the brothers. They looked similar, but not dramatically. Sam was the taller of the two, but he looked younger as well. Dean looked like he would usually be a laid-back womanizer sorta guy that Becca usually hated.

"So, uh…" Sam began awkwardly. He didn't get a chance to have this conversation with many people because they usually died after being possessed. "What do you remember?"

Becca looked down and said in a small, scared voice, "Everything."

Dean almost winced when he heard this. Everything? "So…everything is-"

"Everything!" Becca said, looking up. She sounded slightly agitated. "From that thing jumping me in the alley to me jumping you in the alley, to me killing my-" she felt her eyes burn hot and she looked away from the two men, "killing my two best friends. I'm a murderer." She finished softly.

Dean shuffled to the edge of his eat to get closer to her and took her hand. "No, you are not." He said. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her head so she was looking him in the eyes. It was reassuring to see that they were blue. "The police think that your kidnappers made you do it, and seeing as Meg was kind of your kidnapper, the story works. But you didn't kill anyone. You're as innocent as they get."

Becca grimaced slightly as she tried to give him a smile, but tears still leaked out her eyes. "Thanks, Dean."

But Dean didn't think that she believed him. "I'm serious, Becca."

She nodded and wiped her cheeks dry. "OK. I think I might give the counseling they offered me a shot."

Dean nodded, satisfied with the thought that the young woman was strong enough to get through this.

Becca took in a few deep breaths to try and get her emotions under control. "How do you guys know about this stuff? I mean, you knew how to trap me inside that circle thing, and how to get rid of Meg."

Sam wriggled uncomfortably in his seat. He wasn't too sure how much he should actually reveal to a complete stranger, but luckily Dean took the lead.

"Our dad taught us. I know it sounds kind of twisted, but this is our job."

Becca's mouth formed a perfect 'o' as she digested this information. "You're…demon hunters?"

"Well, more anything-that's-supernatural hunters."

"So, vampires, ghosts, werewolves, witches-that kind of thing?"

Both brothers nodded. "Exactly that kind of thing…" Sam trailed off.

A loud buzzing made everyone in the room jump. "Jeez…what the heck is that?" Dean asked, looking over at Sam.

"That's…Bobby." He replied, checking the caller ID on his phone. "I've gotta take this outside, excuse me." Sam stood and walked out of the room, answering the mobile as he did so.

"Bobby?" Becca asked, feeling like she had heard the name before.

"He helped patch you up before the ambulance got to us yesterday." Dean explained. He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Uh, sorry but we've gotta go. Bobby might have something for us to work on, and it's never too good for us to hang around one town for too long." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two things: a slip of paper and a small charm. "Here," he said, pressing them into Becca's uninjured hand.

"Uh, I think I'm a little young for you, Dean." Becca said after unfolding the paper and looking at the number that had been hastily scrawled across it.

"Just call me if anything else bothers you, or if you need to talk. And that-" he said, pointing to the metal trinket, "is an anti-possession charm. Just keep it on you and you should be safe from demons."

Becca looked at the silver charm and saw that it had what appeared to be a star surrounded by flames on it. "Thanks Dean. Sorry for beating you up. That bruise looks kinda nasty." She winced slightly as she looked at it.

Dean smiled. "It's OK. I'm used to it." He walked towards the door and opened it.

"And sorry for kissing you." The words rushed out of Becca's mouth and she blushed.

"That's OK," Dean said, turning to face her one last time, "I'm used that too."

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